Sources are reporting that Cody Lane jas died. She was hit by a careless driver on December 16, 2020. She eventually passed on January 9, 2021, at 10:307 AM from injuries related to the crash.

Her family has set up a GoFundMe to help cover funeral costs.

Cody Lane began in porn in 2006 and appears to have stopped filming in 2017. Her obituary was posted in Louisville, KY, where she lived with her daughter.

Carla Rebecca Rushing Obituary

Here is Carla Rebecca Rushing’s obituary. Please accept Echovita’s sincere condolences.

It is with deep sorrow that we announce the death of Carla Rebecca Rushing (Louisville, Kentucky), who passed away on January 9, 2021, at the age of 34, leaving to mourn family and friends. You can send your sympathy in the guestbook provided and share it with the family. You may also light a candle in honor of Carla Rebecca Rushing.

She was loved and cherished by many people including : her parents, Carlton G. Rushing and Rebecca L. Clark; her daughter Chloe G. Rushing; her siblings, Glen Eric, James Michael, Aaron Carlton, Julie Denise and Stacey Barnett; and her close friend Greg Collins.

“Carla of the Open Road”

(An Epic Elegy for Cody Lane, 1986–2021)

I. The Daughter of Louisville
From river towns where willows weep,
where twilight hums and secrets sleep,
a daughter rose from morning clay—
Carla, child of light and day.
November born, beneath the frost,
a flame too bright to count the cost.
Her laughter, quick; her heart, untamed,
the world would know her by another name.

II. The Becoming of Cody
Through years of restless, golden youth,
she sought expression, sought her truth.
A stage, a name, a camera’s gleam—
not shame, but hunger, drive, and dream.
For every lens that sought her face,
she gave her wildness, warmth, and grace.
From 2006 to days grown thin,
her spirit burned like fire within.

III. The Road and the Mother
Then, when the crowds had dimmed their song,
she turned toward love, where hearts belong.
Her daughter’s voice, her anchor, call—
the truest purpose of them all.
Through Louisville’s soft streets she walked,
with life rebuilt from pain unclocked.
A mother’s hands, a mother’s eyes—
no brighter light beneath the skies.

IV. The Broken Morning
But fate, that thief, came dressed in flame,
and careless wheels erased her name.
December’s wind, the cruelest kind,
left shattered glass and grief behind.
She fought through weeks of breath and pain,
while prayers arose like gentle rain.
Yet dawn would come with sorrow’s cost—
and January claimed the lost.

V. The Mourning of the Living
Now Louisville weeps, her kin remain,
to speak the name of Cody Lane.
Her parents grieve, her daughter cries,
her friends lift candles to the skies.
For every soul she touched in time,
each laugh, each act, each little rhyme,
is folded now in memory’s flame—
the mortal spark behind her name.

VI. The Tattooed Sky
The shamrock gleams, the stars align,
etched now in heaven’s grand design.
The sunburst crowns her soul’s release—
a map of pain that turned to peace.
And angels hum the songs she knew,
her laughter spilling through the blue.
The stars upon her skin now glow—
in constellations, soft and slow.

VII. The Eternal Road
O Carla, walker of the light,
whose spirit fought through endless night—
you are the pulse of all who dream,
the courage flowing through the stream.
Your art, your fire, your mortal ache,
the broken things that angels take—
all bloom again in skies divine,
where grief dissolves and souls align.

VIII. Benediction
So rest now, daughter of the dawn,
the road behind, the stars drawn on.
For every life you touched will say:
“She lived with fire—she showed the way.”
And though the world moves on, and fast,
your name, Cody, shall always last.
In Chloe’s eyes, your light remains—
the mother’s love that conquers pain.